free to do nothing

the freedom, complete;
each choosing to hate
with no chain
no consequence

with malice, replete,
but calling it fate
yet, each day, explain
a lack of competence

troll the open sea
with barbed steel, shiny
weighted down
with broken spanners

let no one just be
present them a heinie
and gift them a frown
through a lack of manners

catty, defensive,
all fault is father’s
none pass the test
all blindly deny it

and so, we are pensive
not one of us bothers,
thinking it best
to choose peace and quiet

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell

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